Testo: Rocking Chairs. Hate And Love Revisited. Down The Wind.

I felt a lot of pain on the inside
Clips of destruction bring me down
A million eyes watchin' the late show
And a million faces wearin' a frown

Man in a grey coat, white shirt and a red tie
Speaking words I can barely understand
They talk of war even on channel nine
Where the laughter and the crying is canned

Don't let it go down the wind
Nobody's gonna win
Don't let it go down the wind

As the dirty showers of black gold
And drops of blood are pourin' down
The generals play with the chessboard
Seems like sanity is losin' ground

There's a choir of men in wheelchairs
And a mother's voice that cries alone
And the show goes on everyday now
Though all the veterans have come home

Don't let it go down te wind
Nobody's gonna win
Don't let it go down the wind
Don't let it go down the wind
It would be such a sin
Don't let it go down the wind